You are a butterfly
flashing over leaves,
landing on flower cups,
caught in the bright light,
spreading open your colours,
gliding up into the blue
and you always fly on
without really stopping
anywhere.
Only for a moment
you were with me,
caught in a second
with swishing wings
that rested without motion
and I beheld you,
while you entranced me
until the deeper truth came
and you opened your wings again.
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